The hardest part for me is – not seeing the enemy.
It’s maddening to feel powerless against something I am not even able to touch.
and then-Not able to catch, to conquer, to run from, to tackle, to defeat, to destroy.

I’ve been thinking of Atreyu in The Never Ending Story – when he is refers to the nothing.
Except it’s very much something.

And then I can’t even fully defend the ones I love, the children, the parents, the sisters, the friends, the children of friends, the teachers, the nurses, the sick, the healthy, the ones that don’t live in my home, the ones I’ve waited incredibly too long to visit.

And I just keep feeling sorry for so many people, and their plans, their goals, their accomplishments, their loves, their routines, their moments,  their destinations, their decisions, esp their own loved ones…all then it’s all just taken away, by an enemy we can’t even see. We can not even see.

and then we can,

the nothing is everywhere
on maps, on store fronts, on business closures, on feeds, on our hearts, on the TV, on the phone, in the messages, in the voices cracking on the phone, on the faces of our people, on the expressions of our children, on the brink of taking over, something.

and then nothing changes again.